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Our question scored north of 300,000 essays this week, and we finished early, so before noon today they reassigned us to another question that wasn't finished yet, and all of us retrained and passed a calibration test on a new prompt, and helped that question put their remaining 12,000 essays to bed. We were finished by 3:30 and sat around cooling our heels waiting around for them to call the reading, as I watched the queue dwindle from 200 to zero. Then the text came. No late scoring, after all. We did it!
Reading's done. Hallelujah. Now to do whatever I want for two whole months.
A pressure cooker is the perfect tool for making a quick pozole that tastes like it has simmered for a long time. Traditional red pozole usu
Making this favorite soup for dinner to celebrate being finished with the reading. This is delicious as-is, but what makes it downright sublime are all the accoutrements you can add to your bowl: finely shredded cabbage, shaved radishes, pickled red onion, cilantro, lime, queso fresco, sour cream, avocado, and crumbled tortilla chips.
It's even better the next day.
(FYI: you can add anywhere from 1 to 4 chipotles, and I usually go light, like one and a half, because you can always add cayenne or hot sauce later. And if you want more smoke in it without heat, a dash of smoked paprika will do the trick.)

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Every year about this time, we get an emailed survey that asks whether we're willing to stay after the reading in order to help finish up the scoring, and nearly every year I've answered no because despite the opportunity for extra pay, I don't like rewarding my employer for always failing to hire enough people.
I never tell my team to hurry in any way; in fact, I always tell them to go steadily and take their time. We're paid by the hour and not by number of essays scored. If our employer wants to finish the job on time, they should adequately staff the reading.
I answered no to the survey again this year. At around 5 pm today, I'll log off for the duration. Tomorrow I'm going to sleep late, put on my new favorite dress, take myself out for thrifting and free flowers and possibly lunch, and go find a train somewhere. My summer will have officially begun.
The World
is violent and mercurial
it will have its way with you.
We are saved only by love --
love for each other and the love
that we pour into the art we
feel compelled to share: being a parent,
a writer, being a painter, being a friend.
We live in a perpetually burning
building and what we must save
from it all the time is love.
Tennessee Williams
The park was full of messages from the universe today
He spends a couple to multiple hours a day transforming our packages and junk mail into dozens of these collages
after seven 8-hour days of staring at essays on screens, this really was like a massage for my eyes

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After a long day of staring at text on a computer screen and trying to assess the correct score for each essay, it was so lovely to walk out to the patio and stand there watering the plants, letting my eyes linger and meander over the treetops in the woods across the street, the undersides of their leaves shining as they tossed in the evening breeze.
One small good thing about scoring these essays from home (versus traveling to the onsite scoring, which is in Cincinnati this year) is that instead of a dine-out-night allowance, at-home readers get an Uber Eats voucher, and it's valid for a couple of weeks. So tonight we are going to order a eight-corner Detroit-style super special (ham, green pepper, onion, mushroom, pepperoni) pizza to actually be delivered to our house, which feels like such an enormous treat on a day when my brain has officially turned to peanut butter.
(I do have enough brainpower left to make us a blue cheese wedge salad to go with it.)
It is Day 7, and mentally I'm tired. Every essay is starting to look the same. But! only one more day of this, and waiting for me afterwards is a fat paycheck and two whole months to do whatever I like.
Ghost - Fall 1999 RTW

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Some mornings, I wake from dreams feeling like I've washed up on a foreign shore, shaking my head clear after a night spent drifting in the depths.
Last night I dreamed about a house where I'd prepared and decorated my space in ways I felt proud to share. In that dream, I met a woman who had adorned her own space with glamour shots of herself as a clown (her profession).
I also dreamed that I had martinis and words with my ex. Later, my dead father showed up on my back patio garden, which was in a state of disarray and needed organizing and planting. I felt ashamed of being caught unprepared for growing season. He was incapable of speech, only plaintive noises. He was wearing one of the starched, dry-cleaned white dress shirts he always wore to the office, tucked into inexplicable green pants. I hugged him and found I had to support himβhe was as uncoordinated and lumbering, but also as vulnerable and childlike as Frankenstein's creature when he first woke.
I feel like the goo inside a chrysalis today.
This morning I'm making stock from two frozen roast chicken carcasses I found in the freezer. Inside the pressure cooker, with bay leaves and peppercorns and water, they're slowly surrendering every bit of their gold to produce a rich elixir.
I've been making "baked" potatoes in the instant pot since I first learned about it from Eric Kim. He basically has you slice the potatoes almost all the way through, pressure cook them for about 25 minutes, and then brush them with olive oil and bake them briefly, before loading them up with toppings. I usually do a second bake once they're loaded with the hot toppings, to get the cheese melted, and then add the cool stuff.
His version, with white cheddar, caramelized kimchi, chives, and toasted sesame oil, is very delicious. But mostly these days, I just use his technique to make baked potatoes in the style of a local chain called Petro's that sells a frito pie that I've been eating since I was a middle schooler in the mid-'80s and it was a joint in the food court of our mall (R.I.P., they razed it and built an Amazon fulfillment center on top of its bones).
Basically, it's a bowl of Frito's (or a baked potato) topped with turkey chili, cheese, diced tomatoes, green onions, black olives, sour cream, and pickled jalapenos. It's heaven.
It's tonight's dinner, with a salad on the side.